Word, ha (Damn, Cheme)
Frrt, yeah, it's me (Come here)
(Ayo, Saint)
Frrt (Yeah, it's me, get him)
Crash out boy
How the fuck they try to bip me? I'm in the bipper (The fuck?), like the fuck type time they on? (Yeah, yeah)
I pop out, Gen5, 43X, and a fuckin' rocket launcher (Wala-la-la-la-la-la, goddamn)
Just got a new drop, kill a new opp, my lil' thot line what I want (The fuck?)
Put shit together, got my shooters pay roll, they on the run (They on the )
I swear to , uh (Come here)
Bouncin' out the V, helped me and my shooters' relationship (I swear to God)
You ain't get in that V, so why the fuck you sayin' shit? (The fuck? Sayin' shit)
Shit, I just sent a blitz, bro hawk 'em down and came back with a bone (Come here, uh)
I'm a self-made zombie walkin' (Yeah), havin' lick, do drills alone (Uh-uh, uh-uh, uh-uh)
Go on drills in Chrome Heart (Zombie Land lieutenant)
Think you the shit, you not the fart
Pop outside when it get dark (Chrome, Chrome), them 7.62s, they get sharp (Do drills in Chrome Heart)
Shark teeth (Chrome, Chrome), bed rockin' oppers to the fuckin' cradle (Come here, damn)
Pour a four of Wockhardt (Geek, geek), mix it with the Tris inside the Faygo (The fuck? Geek)
Percocet stay on my mind, I don't know why I can't get no sleep (I swear, I can't get no sleep)
Brodie say he on my ass, greet with a blick whenever he meet (On what? Come here)
Damn, I got my I mama mad, I put two-four K gold my teeth (On what?)
I done tatted dope on my face 'cause I put Dugg up on these streets (On what?)
On foenem, nigga, the fuck? Haha
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